She licked her lips.
He leaned over the table towards her.
"Wot more have you got fur me?"
"Nothing, I—I'm going upstairs. Let me pass, please."
"Maybe I want a kiss."
"Oh, no, no!" she cried, trying to edge between him and the wall.
"Why not?"
He put his hands on her shoulders, she felt the warmth and heaviness of them, and was more frightened than ever because she liked it.
"Maybe I want more than a kiss."
She was leaning against the wall, if he had released her she could not have run away. She was like a rabbit, paralysed with fear.